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The Book Blog Tour for Cover to Covers by Alexandrea Weis

Tyler Moore is considered
cold, ruthless, and determined to get everything he wants. CEO of a flourishing
oil company, he thrives on order and never gives up control to anyone.

The woman from his
past

Monique Delome has left
her unhappy past behind to pursue her dream of becoming a writer. Love is
something she believes is better suited to the pages of her novels and not
meant for real life.

Whether in the boardroom
or the bedroom, Tyler Moore is always in charge. But when Monique Delome walks
back into his life, everything changes. A successful romance author, all the
sexy leading men Monique writes about strangely remind everyone of Tyler.
Intrigued, Tyler sets out to seduce the one woman he could never forget. Soon
Tyler gets more than he bargained for, and his grip on his well-ordered life is
turned upside down.

Tyler Moore is about to
find out what happens when a romantic tale jumps from the pages and
comes to life between the sheets.

Alexandrea Weis is an advanced
practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Her first
novel, To My Senses, introduced readers to the world of Nicci Beauvoir
and garnered numerous awards and rave reviews. Her popular second
Nicci Beauvoir novel, Recovery, won the Gold Medal for best romantic
suspense from The Reader’s Favorite Book Awards 2011, and was named best
Romantic Suspense novel by the Spring 2011 NABE Pinnacle Book Awards. Her
fourth novel, Broken Wings, won best Contemporary Romance by the NABE
Pinnacle Book Awards in 2012, was a Silver Medal winner in the ForeWord
Magazine Book of the Year Awards for Romance, as well as a finalist in the
Reader’s Favorite Book Awards for Contemporary Romance for 2012. Her last
novel, Acadian Waltz received honorable mention at the Readers’ Favorite Book
Awards for Best Contemporary Romance and was a Best Southern Fiction Finalist.
A permitted wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis
rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in
New Orleans.

“If I
can be of any further assistance, Mr. Moore,” a peppy blonde with too much
black eyeliner said to the man in the impeccably tailored, dark blue Hugo Boss
suit. “Please, let me know. I have your suite key.” She pushed the white
key-card over the surface of the front desk. “Your usual order of Veuve
Clicquot and strawberries will be waiting in your room,” she added with a
welcoming smile.

The
self-assured gentleman removed his dark Porsche sunglasses and let his deep-set
dark brown eyes linger over the young woman’s attractive face. “Afraid I won’t
be needing that this time, Missy,” he murmured, getting a glimpse at her
nametag.

“Oh,
I’m sorry, Mr. Moore. I was informed you are always to have a bottle of Veuve
Clicquot waiting in your room whenever you stay with us.”

Wandering
over Missy’s stout figure, his eyes fixated on the way her blue blazer clung to
her ample bosom. “I usually do when I’m staying here for a relaxing weekend.
This time, however, is all business.” He placed his sunglasses in his jacket
pocket.

Missy
leaned forward, revealing her cleavage as her blue eyes meandered up and down
his body. “I am very sorry to hear that, Mr. Moore.”

The
flirtatious pout that puckered her red lips made Tyler Moore wipe his hand
across his chin, attempting to hide his cocky grin. At six-foot-one, with
black, wavy hair outlining his chiseled cheekbones and determined, square jaw,
he was used to getting such suggestive looks from the opposite sex. But he knew
that looks could only get you so far with a woman.

“How
sorry are you?”

Missy’s
eyes popped with interest. “I…I’m not sure what you mean, Mr. Moore.”

“How
sorry are you that I won’t be having any fun this weekend, Missy?”

She
fingered the lapel on her blue blazer adjacent to her right breast. “I would
hate to think your stay here would only be about business, Mr. Moore. If there
was anything I could do to change that….”

He
felt a kick of satisfaction as he gazed into her hopeful eyes. “Perhaps you
might come up with a few suggestions of other ways I could spend my weekend in
your wonderful hotel? We could go over them later…at the bar, after you get off
work.”

The
pale blush blossoming on her cheeks was so becoming that Tyler almost began to
believe their playful repartee had been worth the effort.

“I’ll
think about it, Mr. Moore.”

“You
do that, Missy. When you have an answer, you know where to find me.” He motioned
to his overnight bag and black suitcase by the desk. “Be a sweetheart, and have
the porter take my bags to my room. I have to meet a client in the bar before I
go up to my suite.”

The
flush on Missy’s cheeks was positively radiant. “Yes, Mr. Moore. Right away.”

Tyler
turned from the polished reception desk, unable to hide his smug grin. No
matter where he went, the lust in a woman’s eyes never got old. The entire
episode with the desk clerk had only reinforced his belief that it was his confidence,
and not his looks, that always got a woman to give him what he wanted. He had
learned long ago that his handsome face could only take him so far in life, and
had made a concerted effort to take control of any situation. It was a
philosophy he had incorporated into every arena of his life.

“I’ll
have to check back in with sweet little Missy. See how she looks without the
blazer.” He strutted across the lobby toward the arched entrance of the
Rattlesnake Bar.

A
warm glow of honey, onyx, and a contemporary Western-theme greeted him as he
stepped into the cool bar. Perched on the brown leather barstools, an array of
women sipped on a myriad of colorful alcoholic concoctions while trying to
chase away the sweltering afternoon heat. Tyler noted how more than one set of
eyes turned his way as he strolled up to the bar. He checked his confidence at
the door and pushed all thoughts of possible late night hookups from his mind.

His
flourishing oil and gas business was always more important than women. Besides,
women were nothing more than a distraction at this point in his life. Having
just passed the milestone of his fiftieth birthday, Tyler pondered that perhaps
it was time for him to stop pursuing such meaningless liaisons and settle down
with a tolerable woman who could cater to all of his needs.

“Two
divorces is plenty,” he reasoned as he arrived at the onyx marble and
teak-topped bar. Lightly stroking the smooth surface of the marble, he
remembered many of the encounters he had experienced in that very bar.
Snapshots of blurred faces and forgettable names skipped across his mind. Some
of the women had been exciting, a few horrific, but none had been…memorable.

You
know who was memorable, don’t you, Ty? his inner voice taunted.
She was the one you let slip through your fingers.

Tyler
snickered at his self-remonstrations. He hated to admit his inner demon was
right, but it was. She had happened so long ago, but he found it funny how
advancing age only seemed to make the memories of youth more poignant. It was
as if growing older brought into focus the emotions that the impetuosity of
youth seemed to blur.

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Join me again in the morning as I have a fabulous book blitz to share with you all!

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The Seraphoenix Saga Book I

The Seraphoenix Saga Book II

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I've always loved books, and I've been penning stories for as long as I can remember. However, I have been writing seriously for the last few years, completing several published novels under a pseudonym before I started to write for the Young Adult paranormal genre.
I'm an avid reader too, and spend a lot of time at Amazon.co.uk looking at all the new releases and adding more books to my ever growing collection on a weekly basis. Now I just need the time to get through the back-log.
One thing I can't live without is Post-it Notes, in all different colours too, I'm a Post-it Note Addict!
I also love animals and would love a small farm one day so that I could rescue waifs, strays and orphans.